GunnyGene
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Not every day in Nam was blood and guts. Here's a few stories, and I'm sure other vets have similar tales.
Some folks won't get this, but humorous episodes in war zones are not that unusual. In Danang, Vietnam there were several instances that were absolutely hilarious that I personally witnessed.
During the Monsoon season the ground sometimes unexpectedly became quicksand. A couple of instances of this come to mind.
1. A unfortunate jeep driver drove into such a spot and ended up standing on the hood of his jeep while it slowly sunk beneath him. He was eventually rescued but not before his jeep had disappeared beneath him and he was up to his waist in quicksand.
2. During a pretty heavy period of rain, a rather overweight Marine SSgt visited our one man outhouse near our hootch. After a few minutes we heard some hollering and yelling, and upon investigation found the SSgt waist deep in yugo. The ground had collapsed beneath him and dropped him into the catch hole. Took a while to get him out.
3. In another instance, a Marine was coming back to the hootch across the narrow Marston Matting bridge that spanned the swamp near our area, having spent some considerable time in a local bar, and fell off. We heard his screams as he crawled out covered with leeches. Took a while to calm him down and get the leeches off, especially the ones attached to his crotch.
4. Then there was the enterprising Corporal who set up a whorehouse in the tent area. His partner in this enterprise, a Navy Corpsman, would bring in the hookers from Dogpatch in an ambulance with the lights flashing and be waved thru the gate without any inspection of the passengers.
Some folks won't get this, but humorous episodes in war zones are not that unusual. In Danang, Vietnam there were several instances that were absolutely hilarious that I personally witnessed.
During the Monsoon season the ground sometimes unexpectedly became quicksand. A couple of instances of this come to mind.
1. A unfortunate jeep driver drove into such a spot and ended up standing on the hood of his jeep while it slowly sunk beneath him. He was eventually rescued but not before his jeep had disappeared beneath him and he was up to his waist in quicksand.
2. During a pretty heavy period of rain, a rather overweight Marine SSgt visited our one man outhouse near our hootch. After a few minutes we heard some hollering and yelling, and upon investigation found the SSgt waist deep in yugo. The ground had collapsed beneath him and dropped him into the catch hole. Took a while to get him out.
3. In another instance, a Marine was coming back to the hootch across the narrow Marston Matting bridge that spanned the swamp near our area, having spent some considerable time in a local bar, and fell off. We heard his screams as he crawled out covered with leeches. Took a while to calm him down and get the leeches off, especially the ones attached to his crotch.
4. Then there was the enterprising Corporal who set up a whorehouse in the tent area. His partner in this enterprise, a Navy Corpsman, would bring in the hookers from Dogpatch in an ambulance with the lights flashing and be waved thru the gate without any inspection of the passengers.